As we approach my room I realize I am, actually, quite exhausted, and my pace slows. The weight of the world suddenly seems to come crashing down on me and a small sob escapes me before I can stifle it.
“My Queen?” The Shifter asks me softly, brushing my shoulder with his fingers. I pull away angrily.
“I'm fine.” I straighten my shoulders and walk the last few steps to my room before I collapse. With a curse the Shifter scoops me off the ground and muscles his way into my room, carrying me to my bed before setting me gingerly on the edge.
“I don't suppose you'll want to dirty the blankets.” He says softly. I sigh and shake my head. “Where is the bath?” He asks gently. My head jerks up.
“Why?” I look at him suspiciously. It's his turn to sigh.
“Wouldn't you like to get cleaned up? I kn
